After divorce I am a billionaire

She was defiant and squeezed two tears out of her eyes in the process.

It was just acting and she could do that too.

"How dare you deny it! You just calledby my name. You yelled atand tried to force me!" Malcolm was rendered speechless by her accusations.

He was really in the wrong.

He almost lost his life several times, and he was able to pursue back his ex-wife with great difficulty. How could he yell at her? He had to spoil her more.

It was indeed his failure to control his emotions. Lyra, in his eyes, was different with the others. He had to be delicate and gentle, warm and soft, so she will continue to like him.

He immediately corrected his attitude, straightened his back, and squatted in a standard military stance.

"I was wrong." Lyra wiped away her tears and ignored him, getting up and going upstairs. She was ready to pack up and head out to Lloyd's Parlor.

Malcolm followed her silently and lowered his head, like a child who had made a mistake.

Because she had to go out, Lyra never paid any attention to him or spoke to him.

Malcolm can't stand cold violence.

Honest admission of fault did not work, then sad-fishing.

He rubbed his back and limped, still gritting his teeth and hissing, "Rara, | think you just hit my tailbone ..." Lyra glanced at his firm and tight ass.

He just pretended! She had always been very measured in her hands. Every punch was to his tailbone, so it was impossible that it hurt Finally, he was rewarded with her looking back at him.

Malcolm was delighted and reached for her waist.

But she didn't move and dodged sideways. She put on her bag and left the villa without looking back.

Malcolm had no choice but to put on his ghost face and follow her in the car.

The two limousines quickly left the White family and drove to Lloyd's Parlor.

In the car, Malcolm occasionally glanced at Lyra beside him, who was not looking away, concentrating on the roadside flashing scenery.

Malcolm resisted the urge to say something soft for a few times.

After all, in front of Eleven and several bodyguards, there were sexplicit words he cannot say.

The two had no words the whole way.

When they arrived at Lloyd's Parlor, Lyra, with an icy face, was the first to get out of the car.

Instead of going straight in, she stood at the door and waited for Malcolm.

Malcolm noticed and was flattered as he trotted up to her and took her little hand, clasping her fingers together.

Lyra didn't struggle and let him do this.

Closer to his ear, she said in s very soft voice, "For today's incident, it does not mean that | am not angry. I just let you go. I'll remember it and you have to pay back in a few days." Malcolm was already happy that she was willing to stand at the door and wait for him.

Not to mention it, even if there was a hundred times the punishment, he had to receive.

He nodded earnestly toward Lyra.

Seeing that he agreed without hesitation, Lyra's purpose was achieved.

When she walked into the villa, her face instantly switched back to a sweet and smiling look, and Malcolm also turned into a serious face that used to be cold and indifferent in seconds.

Kathleen was standing right in front of the door waiting for them.

Seeing the two, Lyra naturally let go of Malcolm and stepped forward to hold Kathleen intimately.

The hand was suddenly empty, but the temperature belonging to Lyra had not completely disappeared.

Malcolm was in a trance. His vision suddenly went black. His ears lost their sound for a moment, and his body was so weak that he couldn't move his legs.

He stopped his feet and inhaled deeply before pushing down the feeling of fear that could suffocate.

What was the sign in the body? Was it Jimmy who said that the S404 bio-virus would bring him unknown after-effects? Or, could his life be walking down the road one day and suddenly be the end? Or, maybe he was overthinking it.

Noticing the footsteps behind her stop, Lyra, who had already walked two or three meters away, glanced back and found that he seemed to have stopped where he was and was lost in thought.

"What's wrong?" Malcolm retracted his thoughts and followed them silently, "Nothing. Thought of something at work." Kathleen was a little upset with his behavior, "That's your fault. How can you think about work when you accompany her back to Lloyd's Parlor for a casual dinner?" "You're right." He lowered his eyes, being distracted.

Kathleen saw that his mind was not even on this side, and looked to Lyra with sconcern, "Lyra, has he really been good to you this time? If he dares to bully you, you have to cback and tell us. Collin will always help you." It was a matter between the two. Lyra liked to solve it themselves so it was not very good to take out with anyone to comment.

She nodded perfunctorily. Her gaze was turned back to Malcolm behind her every now and then, and her sharp eyes noticed that he had been in a weird state since he entered the villa.

"Mel, you don't look well. What's wrong with you?" Malcolm's thin lips lightly hooked, "No, it's probably it's been a long tsince I've not been out at night. I'm not used to the cold wind." Lyra looked at the leaves in the garden that were rustling in the wind, "It seems to be a little cold, so let's go in quickly." Reginald, Collin and Claudia were already waiting in the dining room.

Kathleen walked over to Collin and took her seat next to Lyra and Malcolm.

Since Reginald at the main table did not move his tableware, everyone sat upright and waited, with different thoughts.

Reginald looked everyone around, finally settling on Lyra with a satisfied smile on his old face.

"So many years pass. My youngest daughter, my dear Lyra also grew up. Today if Keith and Micah also cback, and Keith brings his fiancée of the Frazier family, the family will reunite.” With his words, the atmosphere in the dining room beceven more gloomy.

"Unfortunately, Micah has a strange temper. He doesn't have a girlfriend." Reginald was very emotional and sighed while moving his tableware to eat.

Only then did the others follow.

Lyra did not move and looked to Reginald, "Dad, you should leave Micah's business alone for now. | think Micah has his own idea. Maybe he will bring back a daughter-in-law after a while." Last twhen Katelyn said Abigail went to the neighbor city to chase Micah, she wondered how the progress was.

But as the saying went, when women chased men, there would be less obstacles, and there was no information that Abigail went back to Frayton, which meant it was not too bad.

"Really? Does Micah already have a girl he likes?" Lyra laughed: "I can't say that. Anyway, just trust Micah." Before Reginald could say anything, Claudia sneered and interjected, "You're so naive. How can the children of a wealthy family make their own decisions about their marriage? If Micah brings back a girl with no upbringing, then the Lloyd family is a joke?" She grunted and deliberately pointed the finger at Lyra, "You think everyone can be as capricious as you are? You had to marry your ex-husband three years ago, and you didn't know to go back until you made him dead." As soon as these words cout, all three people except Reginald and Lyra put down their table-wares heavily at the stime.

Claudia shook her fork with a loud sound of bang.

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